That was a quiet weekend in the Kenagy house.  I should say, it was a quiet weekend out of the Kenagy house, as we spent most of our time on the back deck.  Lil’ Gabe is suffering from one of his all-too-common tummy ailments, and he has rendered our entire house uninhabitable.  I can say with all certainty that there are few, if any, things stinkier than a gassy Gabe.  I’m thinking about picking up some roadkill on my way home today and throwing it in the living room to mask the odor.  Thank goodness the vet will be open today, we can’t get him up there fast enough.  If there are any bright spots to the situation, I’m at least happy the weather was so nice over the weekend, ’cause there ain’t a single window shut in our house.

Saturday morning, inspired in no small part by Gabe’s “situation,” I decided to go on a motorcycle ride.  A longgggg ride.  There was a BBQ competition going on up in Excelsior Springs, so that served as a fine destination.  I had a quite nice ride up there in 70-degree weather, then spent the better part of the day hanging out in the Red Buffalo tent watching them work, and feasting on no small part of the product.  That pretty much took up my whole day.  Meanwhile, Donette retreated to the pool with “the girls” and did whatever it is that they do when they go there.  That sort of wrapped up Saturday.  Aside from making a rather tasty pasta dinner, we had an entirely uneventful evening.

Sunday morning, inspired by watching the Olympic “men’s pursuit” event the night before, I broke out the bicycle for a little ride.  I had good intentions of meeting up with some guys I met at the Brooksider the weekend before and joining them on their Sunday ride.  I thought that downright social of me, but I soon realized that I couldn’t remember what time they were meeting, or where.  Or even their names, for that matter.  So, I scrapped the “social” part of the ride, put on my headphones and took off by myself.  Probably for the best;  I think I need a few more outings before I’m ready for a group ride.  The weather was near perfect again, and I ended up riding a lot farther that I had planned.  Might as well enjoy it while it’s here, I figure;  It’s gonna get hot again soon enough.  By the time I got back home, a rather large crowd had gathered in the street for an impromptu “block party” of sorts.  Isn’t that just downright quaint.  What the heck, it was a great night out and it kept us out of the house.